Tuesday, February 14, 2017

#34 (Fear)

He slinks down my back like a cube of ice
And ruffles my hair like the northern wind.
He holds my hand and laces his fingers through mine
Instead of getting steadier, my hands shake.
I pull my coat tighter around me and cross my arms
But he still holds me.
His embrace oscillates tenderly
But he's always there.

*Evyn

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